Valentina

Our home, once vibrant, now cloaked in grief, welcomes the imposing presence of Madame Rosemarie. Draped in a sophisticated black outfit that resonates with mourning, she gracefully emerges from the tinted Rolls Royce. As we meet Madame Rosemarie in person for the first time, the somber atmosphere amplifies, enveloping us in the weight of the prevailing sadness.

"Come here, my dear child. I'm sorry fate led you to meet your father so close to his passing, especially under these sad circumstances."

"Condolences for your loss, Madame Rosemarie."

"Nonsense. Call me Grandma. We knew this day would inevitably arrive. How are you holding up? Your eyes reveal it all," she remarks, striving to exude strength.

"I understand you're hurting too. Should you need a shoulder to lean on, Nonna."

"Thank you, child," she responds, delicately wiping her eyes.

"Good day, Madame Rosemarie,"Alberto greets her.

"Son, how are the preparations for the funeral progressing?"

"All arrangements have been made, a